Photo by antonio filigno Concealed, earthy memberhidden ‘neath modest skinburied by bashful eyesbidden there in fear of sin,yet let a growing urge recall to mind the farmingof the seed without which,good lord, no mouths tofeed; but do not let the urge subside ‘neath somemoral ambiguity; take heart,take hand, maneuver ’tilit come and spill and fillthe well from which all pleasure spring Continue reading Eruption
In love againWhat if this is the one?Ache in my heartStabbed in the gut againWhere have you gone?Standing right next to meDon’t leave me nowDon’t be the one to leaveCome to me nowWhat will our love become?How do we know?Will the sun rise again? It’s all the sameNever a change of heartShaded in blackPurple and blue the bruiseSleep is my fearEnemy of my nightsDreams come … Continue reading Why Did You Come?
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I read music in your eyes, Delicate chorale filled your voice, The melody of your soul, Breathed hymn into my life; Each movement measured note by note, Dancing fingers played across my keys, ‘Twas not a symphony filled the silence, But a quartet caressing strings; Hosannas rose into the night, Angelic host proclaimed, Cantata filled my… Continue reading The Melody Of Your Soul
The Writings of William C. Pennington 